Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.